What would you say if I told you a little over a year ago my own mother found my best friend floating, dead, in a lake?

Well I suppose I'd say sorry for your loss…

I thought that would be what you'd say. I suppose I'm sorry for my loss as well.

Is it true?

What? That my beast friend killed himself or that my mother found him?


Yes. He was the little dark-haired boy with an innocent smile and a butterfly knife.

Ah, yes. That's the reason isn't it?

The reason for what?

The reason why you sit there with that disaffected stare, you want people to think
that you just don't care.

I don't.

You cared for him…

I did.

Did you love him?

I suppose…

You weren't just friends?

I suppose…

Did he love you?

He killed himself…


You'd have to ask him that.